Arabs take our lands the Jews take theirs
No one knows if they're coming or going
Its just like a game of musical chairs
Seems the whole world is tooing and froing
Who's in charge of this Looney asylum
And does anybody really care
Drifting around like flotsum and jetsum
But ultimately heading nowhere
Not much time now before Armageddon
Its impossible to turn back the tide
Rich families in new York and London
Did create this bloody mess in their stride
How will we ever travel to the stars
When all we seem to do is create wars
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